"It's like you took a picture out of my head," Claire practically squeaked, then laughed at herself under her breath. She loved it, and God help her, she was actually giddy. Everything she had secrectly been looking forward to- feeding, rocking, and playing with her child in such a beautiful, innocent place flooded her head, and Claire started to cry. Again.
"It's so perfect," she garbled out, not even bothering to stem the tide this time. The harder she fought, the worse it was. All she could do was turn to him and bury her wet face in his shoulder. "Thank you..."